Ídhron cened i chenθeg n'i *gellog...

His arms close about her, his flesh touching hers burning his imprint against her. Her eyes dampen again as his words flow across her so elegantly. Her mind opens and some of his speech, the parts in Elven she begins to translate in her mind. “Gi melin, [I love you],” she whispers against his chest, lifting her head to look into the deep blue of his eyes. “Gi melin...” His head tilts and Spring lifts her lips to his...

Their mouths meet and Spring lifts on her toes, pressing firmly, her arms sliding up his torso, to his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his long hair, tugging his head down to hers.

Her breasts crush against his chest, tingling as they fill, engorged with a life of their own, her nipples like daggers. His arms wrap around her, cupping her bottom, kneading her taut globes.

A thrill runs along her spine and she whispers in his ear, “You have brought me so much; taught me, please, may I suck the poison from your snake? Sevin dhâf gîn an laved i *'wî gîn? [can I lick your penis?]”

Not waiting for his answer she slides her body down his, her lips kissing his flesh as she lowers to her knees, her fingers trailing lightly down his skin.

Her lips kissed his abdomen, and around the base, her tongue flicking randomly. Her hands clasp his hips, her fingers tapping erratically on his rock-hard rump. Her mind tries both to ignore the reason she is so good at this and the lessons she’d been taught, while expanding, letting his reaction to her movements guide her.

Licking up from the base, to his smooth, toadstool-shaped tip, drawing her nails along the underside of his scrotum followed by her wet tongue as it wraps around and suckles, kissing the bulging flesh.

Spring licked his shaft up and down, several times, her fingers fluttering between his thighs, capturing his sacs and gently massaging them as they fill and hardened, her lips caressing them, her hot mouth engulfing them, suckling as her fingers dance across Kiril’s chest, softly circling his pecs, flicking her thumb nail over one nipple, then the other, smiling shyly as his sharp intake of breath gives her courage.

She opens her mouth wide, her eyes looking up into his, as she takes his head into her mouth, her tongue swirling along the tip, sucking as she draws it deeper into her throat... her nails scratch lightly up and down his cock, her fingers teasing his balls, his ass. His cock easily hits the back of her throat and he groans as she swallows, closing her throat tight against his rock hard sword, before releasing it, only to repeat the action again and again.

He groans his hips moving of their own accord, sliding his member in and out of her mouth, he shudders, barely stopping his load from shooting as her tongue grabs his balls, one at a time, then both, as she swallows his cock deep in her throat. She gently massages his pole, his body shaking.

She opens her eyes and looks up at him, her mind willing the thought, Ídhron cened i chenθeg n'i *gellog [I want to see your eyes when you cum...]...

She can hear his rapid gasps and sharp exclamations, his thoughts eluding him as he grips the back of her head, pressing it against is belly pumping short, fast strokes feeling her throat open and close around his pulsing appendage until he stops, a pause; fleeting as his hot cum hits the back of her throat, his blue-eyes gazing into her deep-green ones, her throat eliminating the ‘poison’ easily, gently licking his softening baton before pressing her cheek against his thigh, hugging him tightly.

He sinks to his knees, his lips finding hers, his hands running up and down her naked back...

No sooner have their lips met when they hear the drum call to attention...

Spring and Kiril, together groan their frustration, “As long as we have I pledge myself to you Kiril,” Spring whispers so softly... "Gi vethor veleg [my mighty warrior]..." They lethargically gather their clothes, Kiril kissing Spring’s buttock as she bends to retrieve her shirt...

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